As the things brought by the Apocalypse faded away, the land lay in ruins.
Although Bai Zhi's hundred million Contribution Points had briefly stirred up no small amount of envy, jealousy, and resentment, there were always a few discordant voices in the crowd.
For example, Wan Ci looked utterly unsurprised and proudly declared, "As expected of my Senior Student." Then there was World's End Singer, who seemed not to have taken this matter to heart at all.
Of course, those were beside the point for now.
Just as Fireworks of Romance eagerly encouraged him to empty out the exchange shop—and casually lend her ten million Contribution Points to spend while he was at it—Ziyi came over to Bai Zhi.
"What do you want to know?"
Bai Zhi looked up at the sky, where cracks still stretched across it, and questioned the purple-haired girl before him.
"...Everything."
After a moment of silence, Ziyi gave her answer.
There were still many things she did not understand. Too much was shrouded in The Mist, impossible to see clearly. Right now, she desperately needed someone to clear up her confusion.
"Fine, then I'll start from the beginning."
After thinking for a moment, Bai Zhi nodded.
"The story begins with the Nine Martyrs twenty years ago, along with one of their friends..."
Over the next stretch of time, Bai Zhi told the purple-haired girl everything he knew, exactly as it had happened.
He told her about her parents, her inheritance, her background... as well as why they had chosen her, and why that Woman had done what she did.
In this chaotic and disorderly era, no one could control their own fate. The purple-haired girl herself was merely a microcosm of the tragedy of the times.
After hearing his account, Ziyi remained silent for a